by Derek Scott » Thu Oct 18, 2012 1:23 am
And Derek... honestly tried not to look at her soaked shirt as he took the darts. Really, he did. Because why would he stare? He'd seen those boobs before, after all. Up close and personal. Thoroughly. Repeatedly.
With a start, his eyes snapped back up to face-level and he turned, looking a little red, toward the dartboard, only throwing marginally better than last time, and that only by luck.